Quotes About Mercy

When we forgive someone, it doesn't justify what they've done. It releases them into God's hands so He can deal with them.

But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. MATTHEW 6:15

Dear God, I worship You and thank You that You are greater than anything I face. Thank You that You are a compassionate God of mercy and You hear my prayers and answer them. I thank You that You inhabit my praise, and that in Your presence my life and circumstances are changed. I am grateful that praising You changes me.

We all can have accidents in life. God knew this, and so He sent Jesus as our Healer. His healing touch is God's mercy to us. If you are hurt, ask God to heal you and then trust Him to do it in His way and in His time.

Señor, te doy gracias por tu misericordia, y porque tus bondades son nuevas todas las mañanas cuando despierto. Gracias por tu fidelidad al amarme en forma incondicional. Ayúdame a recordar que debido a tu misericordia y amor, tengo todo lo que necesito y puedo rehusarme a sentir ansiedad acerca del presente o del futuro. Lo que necesito hacer es orar sobre eso.

Dear Lord, I thank You that You listen to my prayers and that You answer, not according to my own goodness, but according to Yours. Help me to not let anything discourage me from coming to You in prayer—especially not my own sense that I am undeserving of Your attention and blessing. I come entirely because You are full of grace and mercy.

Not forgiving interferes with the effectiveness of your prayer life (Mark 11:25).

For the record, I'd like to say that I'm a big fan of forgiveness as long as I have a chance to get even first Kinsey Millhone, V is for Vengeance

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard. If God said in plain language, I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die, a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.

I can't explain that, except to say there's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at least, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance.

Everything she knew came from living on the scarce side of mercy.

The first week at August's was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time-out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard. If God said in plain language, "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard.

No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God's mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came-Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

If God said in plain language, "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard. If God said in plain language, I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die. A lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin. -Sue Monk Kidd

The first week at August's was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

The world will give you that once in a while, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die,' a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.

Jesus's capacity for mercy baffled me. I didn't know if I could give up the wrongs my father had done, the way I hauled them around like an ossuary of precious old bones. Jesus made it seem as if one could just lay them down.

I knew a free black there who had a room, and he took her in. She said when the Guard stopped searching for her, she'd go back to the Grimkés and throw herself on their mercy." He'd been pacing, but now he sat down next to me and finished up the truth quick as he could. "One night she went out to the privy in Radcliff Alley and there was a white man there, a slave poacher named Robert Martin. He was waiting for her.

Don't fear; {it} will live or it will not. We must let life be life. No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God's mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came - Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

No one had avenged the unnamed concubine. Jacob did not seek vengeance on Shechem. King David did not punish his son.